Everyone goes away. In our lives we are forced to deal with death. Death – when the strings of a human instrument are cut loose, and all the music from that glorious vessel suddenly ceases to harmonize with our own melody. And for the rest of our lives we think on how sweet the lifesong…

This is Brad Ellison – Yeah. Drink up all that ferocity for a minute. Don’t worry if you feel like he’s kicking your courage in the teeth, it’s okay, that’s the normal mammalian reaction to such a predatory visage. Take comfort in this, dear friends: The first time I met Brad was at the Karaoke…

Part II: The Poison of Lonliness by C.S. Humble Hell is other people. – Jean-Paul Sartre “What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.” – T.S. Eliot One of the challenges of…

Part I – The Armor of Vainglory by C.S. Humble “Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need. ” ― Khalil Gibran If Wrath is the fruit of all my infirmities, then Pride is the root. Most people have a whole spectrum of emotions that they experience each…

Since March the Twenty-Second, Two-Thousand and Fourteen, Anno Domini, I have been living with my friend: Reverend Kevin Ray Sinclair in Houston. My time in communal living with him is coming to an end on May 31st, even though I now live in Houston and will be able to see him, the bond that we…

by C.S. Humble- You don’t know this about me, but I was born left-handed. Then, for some antiquated reason, my teachers in elementary school told me that I didn’t want to be left-handed, that I should be right-handed. Since I was seven years old, I’m fairly sure that I didn’t give the left/right hand debate…

Hands On my twelfth birthday my Uncle Doug handed me a box wrapped in paper that I was certain had been crafted from volcanic glass. The gift, wrapped in a shining mirror of moonlight, reflected the dull, whiskey colored light flowing from the overhead fan in my Grandmother’s guest room. There was a giant, blue…

The Man In My Basement by C.S. Humble PREFACE – The human vessel has been compared to countless nouns and suggested to exist in even more states. Some of the analogies or beliefs are simple in phrase, yet titanic and revolutionary in concept. Plato told his philosopher brethren that the human soul was bicameral –…

Originally published by THE GOOD MEN PROJECT on April 15, 2013 – Why Loving Homosexuals Means Letting Them Marry: A Christian Perspective by C.S. Humble We’ve forgotten love. And I am so sorry for it. I’m pained so deeply by these Christian statements on the social, spiritual, and ethical implications of allowing same-sex couples the…

By C.S. Humble This might just be me, but spiritually, I get lonely. There are times when I feel so empty that the only appropriate analogous descriptive noun would be ‘abyss’. Sometimes I feel like I’ve over complicated the gospel, other moments like I’ve simplified the eternal mystery of God so that I can have…

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The Massacre at Yellow Hill is a rollicking and bloody take on the Old West through a Robert E. Howard-style zoetrope. Humble flexes pulp literary muscle in his gritty action sequences and evocative descriptions of a harsh, sinister shadow world.